Thanksgiving Tryst

Tisha shivered as she walked through the frigid morning air. The frost on the grass crunched under her boots. She tried to convince herself that it was just the cold, but there was a part of her that couldn’t shake the fear that she was about to walk into something out of a horror film and these white people were trying to snatch her body. She pulled her oversized bubble jacket closer and walked faster.

Why else would she have found a cryptic note on her bedside table last night with instructions to come out here in the cold at 6am? Who would wake up that early if not to do something nefarious? She had hemmed and hawed, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

Tisha approached the guest house, which was set back into the trees, out of sight of the main house. It was a simple, two-story cottage. In the early morning twilight she could see a light in the window of the upper bedroom. All else was dark. James’s aunt and uncle had been staying here, but they had driven back to Boston yesterday afternoon, so it should have been empty…

Did someone find out about me and James? Are they going to blackmail me? What do I have that people with this kind of money could want?

Tisha took a deep breadth and opened the door.

The first floor looked like a generic cabin, with the same dark wood paneling with a shiny finish from the main house, but the vibe here was a bit more rustic, complete with a stone fireplace and taxidermy mounted on the walls.

“Mmph mmph mmph.”

Tisha jumped in fear and put her hand on the doorknob when she heard a muffled sound from upstairs, ready to run. She froze and listened.

“Mmph mmph mmph!”

After a moment she realized the sound was not threatening, more like someone that had something in their mouth? Her self-preservation instinct waged a battle in her chest with her nagging curiosity. Her curiosity won the day and she walked slowly up the stairs.

When she opened the bedroom door at the top of the stairs and saw what was making the noises, a smile spread across her lips.

“What have we here?” She said strutting slowly towards the bed.

“Mmmph mmmph mmmph” James said from behind the gag.

James’s hands and feet were bound in leather, spread eagle on the bed. The restraints were not particularly tight, it looked like he had tied them himself, but he was straining against them as if they were. He was wearing a blindfold, a ball gag and absolutely nothing else.

“Oh my, it looks like someone has been a naughty boy.” Tisha said as she ran a fingernail along the inside of the arch of his foot.

“MMMPH!” James said, straining against the restraints. Tisha was pleased to see him start to grow hard at just the sound of her voice. She had trained him well.

“And what is this here…” She continued, picking up a hand-written card on the table at the foot of the bed which was sitting next to a cat-o-nine-tails.

“For Tish.” She read out loud. “Do whatever you want to me. I need you. My safe word is avocado. J.”

“Well well, isn’t this a pleasant morning surprise.” She said pacing along the side of the bed. As she moved, she let her fingers dangle along James’s well-muscled torso. His pelvis thrusted as she did so.

“Are you sure you want me to do whatever I want to you?” She whispered quietly into his ear.

“Mmhmm! Mmmhmmm!” James nodded vigorously.

“Very well.” Tisha whispered into his ear. “You have been a very bad boy James. And your punishment starts right now.

Tisha slipped out of her oversized coat and picked up the cat-o-nine-tails. Underneath she was wearing jean shorts and a gold cutoff tank-top. She flicked the whip against her bare thigh and it let out a satisfying “Thwap!”

With a smile she wound up and flagellated James across his chest.

“MMM! MMMM!” James said, growing larger and stiffer as he did.

“What did you say? You want it harder?”

“Mhmm Mmmhmm!”

“Ok. If you insist.” Tisha flogged his inner thigh with a bit more gusto. His hips thrust up as his cock quested ever higher, searching for her pussy.

“Thwap.”

“Mmm”

“Thwap!”

“MMM!”

“THWAP!”

“MMM! MMM! MMPH!!”

Tisha could feel herself getting wet as she stared at James’ swollen member. It was standing fully at attention now, throbbing, calling out to her.

Tisha slowly unzipped her shorts and slid out of her panties. James quivered as she crawled onto the bed, running her finger up the inside of his leg.

Tisha thrust her hips forward, pressing his mighty porcelain cock down against his abs with her slit. She could feel the pressure of his thick member striving to rise up, but she pushed it down as she grinded along the shaft, swinging her hips back and forth.

Her muscles tensed as she felt the liquid flow out of her, dripping all over him. His hips thrusted up, in time with hers, and each time she reached the tip, she could feel him yearning to slip it in.

No no no. This is my show.

She gripped his shoulders for leverage and gyrated faster, he clit pressed tight against his heaving cock. The absolute, mindbending pleasure welled up inside her, building from her tailbone up into her breast.

“Fuck YES!” She cried.

Her whole body shook as she dug her nails into his shoulder. She could feel him straining so hard to have her, to take her. But she was in control and that control felt so good. She could bring him to the edge and leave him tied up and aching. That power over him felt almost as good as his massive member flexing beneath her.

“Oh god. Oh JAMES! AAA!”

The orgasmic joy raced through her like a flood. She could feel her toes curl and her head snap back as her spine bent and her thighs shook.

When did I become such a lightweight? Cumming so fast? This boy is doing something to my head!

She collapsed into his chest.

She didn’t move for a minute, her dark chocolate cheek resting on his strong sandy chest. But she could still feel the tension in his body, his rock-hard dick twitching against her entrance, pounding, begging, striving to be let in.

“Does the naughty boy want a reward?”

“MMMhmhmhm!”

Tisha slowly raised herself up again. James’s shaft snapped immediately back to attention. She hovered over him for a moment, dripping.

Tisha wrapped her fingers around James’ base to steady it, and pressed herself on top of him. She could feel him compressing beneath her as a single drop of her sticky sweetness rolled down onto her fingers. She felt the head of his cock throbbing against her tight slit. The pressure grew and grew as she lowered her body more and more, pressing his pillar hard against her entrance. It held there for a moment, and she almost thought it would not fit inside.

How did I fit this monster in me yest- OH FUCK!

All of a sudden, her pussy gave way and he flowed into her like a river in flood. She slid all the way down his shaft, the pressure yielding, until she could feel her clit on his pubic bone and his tip pressing against her cervix.

“MMMM” James cried, lifting his hips towards the sky.

“Down boy! There’s no rush here. We can take our time.” Tisha said to him with a light flick of the whip. She held him there, just relishing the feeling of being completely filled with his manhood. She ran her hands over her chest and down below her waist, She could feel a bulge in her abs where his massive member was rearranging her insides. She pressed against it, and he moaned.

“Mmmph!”

James was straining hard against the restraints now. She could feel how much he wanted to thrust inside her again, but she was in charge of this show. She just let her juices soak into him, driving him mad. She squeezed her pelvic floor, tightening her grip on him. He writhed in response, his head shaking back and forth.

Finally. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she started to move. But instead of rising up his shaft again, she shifted her hips forward, gliding his cock to press against her taint, then rocking back so that her knot pressed deep into his pelvic bone.

“Aaah! Yes. Just like that. Fuck! I’ve caught you and I’m not letting you go!”

She rocked back and forth, his cock streaming, swishing, swiping through her insides stretching her to her limits. She felt another orgasm rising inside her, as her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter.

“Yes. Yes! Fuck! Oh god. Oh GOD!!”

Her legs squeezed his hips as every muscle in her convulsed. She was panting heavily as she squeezed him with everything she had. Her back bent backward and she let out a primal scream.

“AAAAAH!!!”

By some miracle, James has still not cum yet. Tisha slid herself off of his cock, and slithered down the bed to finish him with her mouth. But just then she heard her phone ringing.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

It was Laronda. Tisha didn’t have to answer. But she couldn’t help but gloat.

“Hey sis!” she said as she wrapped her fingers around James cock, her long enamel nails clicking against her thumb.

“Have you seen James?” Laronda said on the other end of the line.

“Hmm. I don’t know.” Tisha said coyly, her hand sliding easily up and down James’s trunk still slippery with her sticky nectar. “Have you checked with the kids?”

“No, they are out back playing.”

“Maybe he’s gotten caught up in something.” Tisha said running a single long nail up and down the sensitive underside of James’s shaft

“Uhhg. Well if you see him, tell him to get out here right away, his father wants to do some family breakfast thing. KIDS! Don’t go too far in the woods!”

Laronda hung up the phone.

Tisha felt a drop in her stomach as she looked out the window and saw Aaron and Veronica running through the forest outside. It was only a matter of time before they came into the cabin and found all this. She could stand punishing her monster of a sister, but her niece and nephew were good kids. They didn’t deserve to find their dad tied up like this. And she certainly didn’t want them finding her here too.

She lifted her fingers gently from James’s rod and slid up the bed, her dark skin pressing against his strong muscular torso, until her lips pressed right against his ear.

“My lovely present, I need to go, but don’t worry, I know I still owe you one. We should leave separately, but I think it will take some time for you to get…readjusted.” She whispered, reaching up and loosening the strap around one of his hands.

She felt him grab after her as she pulled away, slipping easily back into her clothes and scamping off into the brightening morning sunlight.

***

The rest of that day was like nothing Tisha had ever experienced.

First, there was the laundry room.

She felt bad for not letting James cum that morning so she slipped him a note at breakfast to meet her in the laundry room at 10:30. By the time he got there she was already dripping wet from sitting on the top of the family’s industrial strength washing machine. She wore a skyblue sundress and no panties. She barely had time to spread her legs before he had unzipped his pants and was sliding into her. On top of the washer it felt amazing, It was like his dick was attached to a vibrator. She wrapped her long lithe legs around his back as he pounded her again and again. She came three times before he finally blew his load buried deep inside her.

But then, there was the basement.

At lunch James slipped her a note to meet him in the basement at 1. When she got there he led her through a door that Tisha had never seen unlocked. Inside was more shocking than the morning’s escapades. It was a full sex dungeon. Clearly James’s parents were kinkier than she realized. Alright Carol and Bert, I see you. She strapped herself into a sex swing and James took her again and again until the room shook, the swing and gravity conspiring to bring her back down onto his dick over and over, even as his hips thrust her up into the air. James came two more times, and seemed to finally be exhausted.

But then there was the attic.

Not to be outdone, Tisha left James a note to meet her in the attic at 4pm. She was starting to get a little sore, but couldn’t leave things there. It almost felt like a competition now. When he climbed up the ladder to the attic she turned around naked but for a well-lubricated bright red strap on that she had stolen from the sex dungeon. She wasn’t sure at first how he would take it, but he immediately bent over and dropped his pants. Tisha was amazed at how powerful she felt driving the red rubber dildo into his ass over and over again. Is this how men feel all the time? She was a little shocked when James came again as she railed him up against the round gable window, his face pressed against the glass. After that, Tisha was sure their tryst had run its course.

After dinner, she got another note, to meet in one of the empty bedrooms that had recently been vacated by some cousin of James’s. Tisha was suspicious, because the note seemed like it was in a different handwriting. Had Laronda found out about them? Had James’s parents? They weren’t exactly being subtle sneaking off to fuck every few hours, was the jig up?

***

It was well after midnight when Tisha climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. Her head was spinning with drink and she felt a pleasant warmth gushing through her veins. She almost went straight to her bed, but as she reached her door, she glanced down towards the empty bedroom the note had directed her to.

What could he have in store for me now?

The curiosity was too much. She had largely recovered from the day’s earlier adventures and with an only slightly tipsy swagger in her step, she made her way towards the door. Her long, lightweight tan sundress swished against her bare skin as she swung her hips down the hallway. The multiple rounds of pleasure had necessitated a few wardrobe changes throughout the day, but Tisha didn’t mind an opportunity to show off her fashionable clothes.

Tisha opened the door and stumbled into a dark room. The door swung shut behind her and she was plunged into darkness. Suddenly she felt shockingly sober, as thoughts of white people sending her to the sunken place and stealing her body reappeared in her mind.

“J-James? … Ah!”

Tisha let out a startled shout as two white hands came from behind her to envelope her waist. She could barely make them out in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She felt an insistent hardness pressed against her ass, as the arms drew her in closer.

“What’s this? You got a surprise for me James?” Tisha said as she felt the hands migrate down her thighs and slowly lift up her skirt. As she leaned back into the embrace, she was shocked to feel not the furry musculature of James’ chest, but what felt like two bare breasts on her back.

“James’ll be here in a minute, Tish. But I can help you relax in the meantime. Hehe!” A woman’s voice spoke into her ear, with a tittering laugh.

“Wha-” Tisha spun around to see Peggy, James’s sister, standing naked in front of her.

The young woman’s long straight blonde hair cascaded down her narrow frame. Tisha stared jealously at the woman’s pert, gravity-defying tits with nipples that swooped up to the ceiling. She smelled sweet, like mashed blueberries. Peggy had a hungry look in her eyes as she let her fingers gently trace the sides of Tisha’s hips.

But the most shocking thing about Peggy was the giant black strap-on that she was wearing.

If the red number that Tisha had taken James with earlier was a salmon, this thing was a great white shark. It was twice as thick as any real member, and had ridges going up and down it. It curved firmly up and away towards Tisha as if Peggy had a third arm lifting up from her crotch. Tisha wasn’t usually attracted to women, but a woman with a cock like that? She could feel her body coursing with fire.

“Oh my god! Your body really is so fucking hot.” Peggy said, continuing to raise Tisha’s dress slowly over her naked hips. “Those legs! Fuck! No wonder you have my brother chasing after you like a lost puppy.”

“I don’t know what you-” Tisha began, her face flushing with heat as she pressed down on her dress.

“Hehe! It’s ok! Your sister doesn't know anything, but those of us who can’t help but watch the hottest ass in the room-” Peggy reached her long arms to squeeze Tisha’s bare ass under her dress “-couldn’t not spot the two of you sneaking off all day. Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out. I just want a piece of the action. Now, can I help you out of this big, cumbersome dress?”

Tisha took a deep breath. She was not used to this. She was normally the one in control of the situation. Her head was spinning. Her chest was pounding. She couldn’t take her eyes off of that big black strap-on, the lubed-up rubber shining in the moonlight. She wanted to feel. That. Thing. INSIDE. HER!

Without a word, Tisha pulled the dress over her head, revealing her lithe ebony body. Before she had gotten the dress over her braids, she felt Peggy’s full lips on her nipples. Sucking. Licking. Tongue spinning around and around.

Fuck! she knows what she is doing. Tisha thought as she let out a low moan.

Tisha brought her fingers around to stroke Peggy’s arms, her long nails trailing against the woman’s skin. She brushed the long blond hair behind Peggy’s ears, fully revealing the perky orbs sitting high on her chest. Tisha brushed the back of her fingers along Peggy’s collarbone and saw the young woman shiver with pleasure.

Tisha thought about reaching down to stroke Peggy’s breasts, but the other woman was taking charge. She slowly started kissing Tisha lower and lower, first her ribcage, then her belly button, then along her hip bones, until finally Peggy’s mouth came to rest just above Tisha’s slit.

“You mind if I have an appetizer before James gets here? Hehe!” Peggy asked, looking up at Tisha with her wide blue eyes.

Tisha paused. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, or even bisexual. She loved dick far too much for that. But her body was reacting to Peggy’s lips in ways that she couldn’t control. She could feel the sweetness welling up between her thighs. The way that her breath caught in her throat. The quivering in her legs. It was something about it being new, different, forbidden. All week she had felt this thrill of stealing James from someone else, of being in control. It was exhilarating to be the one being secretly stolen.

“Yes. Please. Yes!” She said.

Peggy didn’t hesitate. She pressed her face slowly between Tisha’s legs. Tisha backed up, overwhelmed by the rushing surge of pleasure until she leaned against the wall. Being eaten out by a woman was a completely new sensation. Peggy’s skin was soft, her lips supple. If James had been a floe of thick, inescapable lava, Peggy was like an endless rain of flower petals. Never pressing, never insisting, but constantly teasing, carassing, flicking, nuzzling. Edging closer and closer but then pulling away. Tisha felt the desire build slowly within her in waves washing further and further up the shore. Peggy’s tongue would tease her, flapping against her entrance over and over, then when she just felt something building, Peggy would stop, and move back to kissing her inner thigh or caressing her navel.

Finally it got to the point where Tisha could no longer stand it. She grabbed the back of Peggy’s long blonde hair and pressed her head between her legs, bending down to sit against the wall, exposing herself fully.

“Mmmmph!” Peggy said, but began pleasuring Tisha more forcefully, her tongue extending deep inside, her soft plump lips playing across Tisha’s clit.

“Ummm. Yeah. Fuck yes!” Tisha cried as her body tensed in preparation for a climax. She squeezed the back of Peggy’s hair and leaned her own head back until it hit the wall,

But just then she saw the room light up through her eyelids. They snapped open in fear.

“Tish? You in here?”

“Bro, you always show up at the worst times!” Peggy said extracting her face, still glistening with Tisha’s juices from between her legs.

“Peggy?! What are you-”

“Shhh! You’re not the only one allowed to have some fun!” Peggy said closing the door behind James and plunging them back into darkness.

“Did you write notes to both of us? I thought I recognized that handwriting. Tish, I am so sorry. She’s a menace.”

“Now now, let her speak for herself. You got her all day and I had just gotten her warmed up Hehe! Tell me Tish, who do you want to finish you off?”

Tisha looked from brother to sister, her heart pounding in her throat. She knew what she wanted, but would she be brave enough to say it?

“...why choose?”

“What?” James said.

With a rush, Tisha felt her confidence pour back into her. Again she knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it.

“I said.” Tisha said, unzipping James’s jeans as she stared into his eyes. “I’ve got more than one hole. Why choose?”

“I- uh- but she’s my…”

“Shh big bro. I get it. You just focus on her front and pretend I’m not here.” Peggy said as she stroked Tisha’s arms, her hard nipples pressing into Tisha’s back.

Before he could object further, Tisha had removed his pants and was holding that massive cock in one hand, while the other snaked its way to the back of his neck, pulling his head down towards hers.

“I… I…” He said, but as soon as their lips touched all fight went out of him, or rather, it all flowed into his cock which had quickly become rock hard in Tisha’s hand. As if reading her mind, he placed one hand, then the other on her bare ass. He lifted her up as she slowly wrapped her long thin legs around his back. She rose up for a moment, kissing him from above, then he lowered her ever so slowly down onto his waiting, pulsing member.

Tisha held the base tight as it pressed against her, but James slid in easily, her pussy already wet and aching for it from Peggy’s appetizer. He flowed into her, deeper. Deeper. Until she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“MMMHH!”

Tisha rocked her hips against his, shaking his cock back and forth inside her, but before she could get into a rhythm, she felt the black monster of Peggy’s strap-on press against her asshole.

“You ready for me sis?” The blonde woman whispered in Tisha’s ear, her whole body pressed up against TIsha’s, her breasts pressing into Tisha’s bony back.

“Mmm. Yes! Do it NOW!” Tisha cried, knowing that if she waited she might lose her nerve.

Now, Tisha had done anal before, but never with a piece this big and certainly never with a man’s dick also throbbing inside her already. James eased halfway out as Tish rocked her hips backwards to give Peggy the best angle. She felt the dildo press against her anus, its wet, well lubed tip nuzzling between her cheeks. It pressed lightly at first, in and out, in and out until…

“AAA!” Tisha let out a staccato cry as the first rib of the toy finally slipped in. “AAA!” Then the next. “OH!” Then the next. “FUUCK!” until Peggy’s girth was spreading her and she swore she would split.

Like a moth to the flame, James could not resist her, and despite how tight she felt, her pussy stretched even farther as he pressed himself back inside. Her body began to shake as she lost control of her muscles, but Peggy and James both held her up, suspended on their cocks.

Then they slowly lifted her up into the air, giving her the briefest reprieve, before slamming her back down, filling her to the brim again. She felt her body shake with orgasm as her mind went blank. She kissed James’ face violently, blindly, sucking and biting at everything she could get a hold of, rabid with passion.

But the siblings were not done with her. They lifted her again, and brought her back down, her clit sparked with fire as it landed squarely on the base of James’ cock. Peggy flexed her, hips the ribs of the dildo reverberating against Tisha’s bowels.

“Oh yeah, Oh fuck yeah!” Peggy cried as she gyrated faster. Tisha could feel the woman’s arms grip her tighter and her perky tits stand on end as the interior of the strap-on brought the woman to orgasm. “FUUUCK!”

But even as Peggy slowed, James was far from done. He pressed Tisha’s face into his, kissing her deeply as his cock pounded her relentlessly, her pussy lips gripping to it for dear life. Tisha felt a mini-orgasm pulse through her with every hit until finally his shaft swelled with seed, as he pulled her and his sister close for one final embrace, his semen flooding deep inside her, over and over again.

Second Saturday: Secrets